sâmbătă, 27 iunie 2009

Lumea e un carusel.


Cei mai buni prieteni ai mei sunt ursii polari...De fiecare data cand ursul meu polar se apleaca si ma ia in brate se face liniste, nu mai exista nimic...decat linistea din bratele lui.

miercuri, 10 iunie 2009

Scrisoare carte Serban

Alta data te-am crezut Serbane. Si chiar am mizat o vreme pe sansele orgoliului tau; atunci aparent regale. Apoi am incercat sa te inteleg si sa te absolv de vinovatia capitularii. In fata iubirii toate orgoliile devin de sticla! Asa te-am justificat in proprii mei ochi si mi s-a parut suficient. Dragoste fara umilinta nu exista !

marți, 9 iunie 2009

Looking for my Jack Sporrow.

I'm sorry I broke the rules.

I want to be a bandit when I grow up

Dancing nowhere

Baby, did you forget to take your meds?

Cowboy




sâmbătă, 21 martie 2009

When I grow up, I want to be a forester.


Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing.They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.